Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.